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The VW Beetle became the unofficial emblem of a generation, an automotive icon. This was a vehicle of a thousand stories, and MY BUG presents some of the best of them. Essays, poems and love letters, plus cartoons, treasured photographs, and illustrations recall the highs and lows of the golden days of Beetlemania. No self-respecting boomer can forget the Beetle, even if he or she is driving a Beetle today.

Volkswagen owners get dewey-eyed with nostalgia just thinking about their old Beetles. The car became the unofficial emblem of the American counterculture, automotive icon of the groovy sixties, $2,000 (initially) worth of spunk and funk and positive attitude at minimum torque.

This was a vehicle of a thousand stories, and My Bug presents some of the best of them in all their tie-dyed glory. More than one hundred brand-new stories, anecdotes, reminiscences--love letters all--as well as illustrations, cartoons, and treasured photographs recall the highs and lows of the golden days of Beetlemania: water splashing through holes in the rusted floor; trying to make out in the backseat (indeed, trying to make it out of the backseat); searching for your car after your friends had carted it away. Delicious memories of the mystery test button on the dashboard, the secret panel behind the footrest, the battery so conveniently(!) located under the backseat, the scalding blast of sudden heat as the car chugged up an incline, the ice-covered windshield--inside--at the first sign on winter.

No self-respecting Boomer can forget the Beetle, even if he or she is driving a Beemer today. Now is the time to get out the bellbottoms and headbands and love beads, and put those memory cells in gear. The Bug is back.